The Wren, The Wren is not a narrative of grand events but an exploration of the intricate threads that bind couples and families.

The Wren, The Wren is not a narrative of grand events but an exploration of the intricate threads that bind couples and families.
A clever, perceptive, well written and very readable novel about Ireland, history, lies and stories.
Moving and well written story of family dysfunction, the corruption of wealth and a life shattered by a series of poor decisions.
A long and unrelenting story of miserable poverty, hard work and bare survival. It’s miserable to read, too, despite often lyrical prose.
Des is a good father. He loves his wife and children more than anything. So much that he’s determined to take care of them, once and for all.
Love between friends, between parents and children, between spouses. And that weird, unreliable, deceptive kind of love — being ‘in love’.
There’s a body in the library of the Big House, but nothing is quite as it appears in Snow, an atmospheric whodunnit set in post-war Ireland.
American ex-cop in the Irish countryside. Intelligent and well written, it debunks the tourist-brochure stereotypes. A cracking good read.
Where the edge is is about the events surrounding a bus that falls into a sinkhole early one morning in a small town in Ireland. But the bus crash itself
Detective Garda Sergeant Mike West is called to investigate a murder in a graveyard in Foxrock, an upscale suburb of Dublin. I thoroughly enjoyed this police procedural. It’s fairly standard